HIATUS Reader X MHA (Isekai)

Le Tournament Arc: The Headband Thing

(A/N - Please help. This is the fifth time I've written this chapter. Also, please vote on the love interests, I don't have any clue who to do. Or if you just want it to be free for all, we can do that too. Just put it in the comments, I read them all!)

The words "Teams" had barely left Midnight's mouth before the plotting had begun.

I walked around the field slowly, analyzing my options for this battle.

There was Midoriya, of course. I had no doubt he would take me into his team immediately, but every member of his team held vitality in this. He would need them to win.

Bakugo would be a good option, but I held no particular desires to chase Monoma around for the whole event. I don't think I could pretend to be that slow, though I am curious to see what would happen if he copied my quirk.

The next best option was Todoroki's team, though I doubt he would have me. His team was based on a set plan that I did not align with. He also made it apparent that we would be competing in this.

I could resist Shinso's quirk easy enough, I suppose. His team does have the most replaceable members, as they were unaware of the whole event. But resisting Shinso's quirk would only raise questions, and I'd bet money that Katsuki would find out somehow.

"Piercefell?" Two voices asked from behind me, shocked.

My head snapped back towards them so fast you could hear my neck crack. "Who-" I cut myself as I recognized the two in front of me.

On the left was Antony Marino, with sharp eyes like the mythological emerald he was named after. His inky curls unfurled loosely as flames. He had the smooth, tanned skin of a man that was far less stressed than him. His arm was wrapped around the waist of the girl next to him.

On the right was Sasha Romani in all her glory. She had honeyed hair that revealed much darker roots that could make Jennifer Aniston jealous. Her eyes were dark brown pools of chocolate and autumn. Freckles decorated her face like a map of stars.

Both of them were children of Italian mafia, and both of them knew me back when I was Desmond's favorite weapon.

"I'm going by Kamiko these days, actually. I've dropped the family name." An easy smile glided over my face, somewhat relaxed around their familiarity.

They both smiled, Sasha's graceful while Antony's was more reckless.

"Of course!" Sasha took my right arm as we walked, moving seamlessly.

"Finally got out?" Antony put his arm around my shoulders from the other side. "Congratulations!"

I laughed, lightly elbowing him. "Way to be subtle, Antony."

He winked. "Mother always said it was my best trait."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sasha wiggled her brows at us.

"Team up?" Antony's voice betrayed the mischief that was about to go down.

A smirk curved on my lips. "I was just thinking the same."

All of us had stolen before. All of us were good at it. Our fingers were light as feathers and swift as bullets.

We all knew the plan without a word being spoken.

I was the rider, as I was the lightest and had the best reflexes.

The crowd's cheers became deafeningly louder as my team got into position.

I shuddered with exhilaration as I changed into someone new, admiring my body.

Glass has always reflected very prettily on my skin, the perfect transitioning peice. It was a kaleidoscope every time, a looking glass for every different person I've become. Millions of tiny shards paint across my skin to reveal the latest canvas. I am the embodiment of potential.